Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.
Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can
When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae
Track duration: 08:11
"Time" as written by Nathanial Williamson Augustin, David Baptiste, Ganiyu Adimoler Bello, Peter Hinds, Everton Deluke Mccalla, Neville George Mckreith, Canute Sel Wellington, Paul Williams
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., T.R.O. INC.
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Time, as well as, Comfortably Numb, are one of my favorite Floyd tunes, and I know, many an hour was spent listening to these songs in my life so far.
This is what I have always felt the song is describing:
"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way."
I have always thought of this as the time, in my formal education, as the Elementary School years. A time in which, you appreciate the time off during Summer, and as Summer comes closer to ending, the anticipation of a new school year, and what it may bring.
"Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun."
I think this is reminiscing, as you are in the "Formal Education" School years, back, to when you didn't have to go to school. Many a raining day, sitting in the window, and watching the rain. It possibly reflects also on the time, as a teenager, when you had to make a life decision of going to work, or staying in school, for a higher education. The last two phrases, being thrown back to the "here & now", and seeing that, you may have taken the wrong path, in your decision, and contemplating the "what if", of taking another path.
"So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death."
I always got the feeling that this emphasised the "Golden" years of ones life, and the time in which, you have made thousands of decisions, chosen millions of paths, in your life, and that, at this time, nothing can be changed, and you can't press the "rewind" button.
"Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say."
This always gives me an image of an aged person, possibly bed-ridden, possibly even in a hospital, with a life almost ending. The final encapsulating of ones life, and accomplishments. Some times when I hear this song, I can get feelings of sanility taking over ones mind, and the song takes on, possibly, a persons life that ends sooner than an "average" life span, but, I tend to come back to the "normal" thinking of a life-long, full life, story.
The last three phrases give me feelings of being on your death bed, and scribbling, in a last minute moment, your last words in a will.
The "Thought I'd something more to say." ending of your life, that one last breath, at the moment you press the pen to make that last period.
Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell"
Represents a funeral. He is buried in a field, where many pray: "softly spoken magic spell".
time goes so fast, and then you realize ten years have got behind you.
we're getting older and older.
"Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain" is when you are bored, there are a lot of good things you could be doing, but you are doing nothing.
"Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town" is when the feeling nostalgia fills you, you remebembering the good times you had.
"So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking" is when you realize that you are wasting your time, but it's late, you are older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
"home, home again" - it's too late to enjoy life, now you are gonna be a sad person.
"Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines" is when you dreams are impossible (most dreams are).
dad, thank you so much for introducing me to pink floyd, now i'm in love with this wonderful band :)
The rest that you've included here belong to the next track "Breathe reprise".
"Carpe Diem", ppl. "Carpe Diem".